(Sorry to say, this is not my story (boo), unfortunately. All rights to the owner!)
Chapter one
Promise Fulfilled
Artemis's POV
You know what's amazing? Pride. Pride is truly amazing because it can kill it can save lives but the most intriguing part about about pride is like when you make a bet you knew you could win and losing or in my case it makes you make a promise that you never thought you would have to keep well you see it all started with an argument with my brother. I close my eyes, remembering...
"Men are pigs!" I yell at my slightly younger twin brother and he replied with equal fury. "I'm not saying some aren't-I'm saying that some women are just as bad!" How dare he say that women are so much better than men? Women usually never kill and men are the complete opposite of that! So I yell back "No, they aren't and they never will and to prove my point I swear on the River Styx that if I ever come across a child who has been harmed by a women in anyway I will take and adopt the child and I will make the child immortal." After that I left.
I laugh, it's been about two hundred years since we were young and foolish, making that promise. But a promise is a promise-so, I would keep it, of course-especially one made on River Styx. I return to hunting...
We were hunting a pack of deadly hellhounds because they had killed some of my followers who had just joined-the poor nymphs. We were camping in the outskirts of the New York State, when I heard a faint growling sound. I told my hunters to get ready and to follow me. We followed the pack that seemed to be hunting something. We followed them until we got to a clearing and we saw a small boy holding his knees to his chest crying. Weak, I thought men are always weak. I wait for the hellhounds to kill the boy but then the boy looks into the Alpha's eyes.
The Alpha bows his head like it was afraid of the boy-the boy looks at the hellhound and simply says,."Go away" and just like that-they run away! I tell my Hunters to follow them and kill them. I approach the boy and get a good look at him. The boy has a broken leg a bruised and battered face and three broken fingers. Cold fury was rising inside me as I saw these things-who would do this to a five year old boy? I decided to look in his mind to see what kind of monster could do such a thing at once. I went inside his head and I saw terrible things-him being beaten then thrown to the ground, then him being taken to a door putting his hand in the door and slamming it on his hand... I looked to see the awful man who did all this to him, but all I saw was a pretty woman and then I knew she had done all this to him.
A low rumble of thunder reminds me of what I swore only two hundred years ago and I look down at the boy who now looked at me with fear. I knelt next to him and asked "What is your name?" He looks at me-still scared but answering nonetheless, "Leon...Leon Knox."